Trim the Fat

[Intro: Flee Lord] Okay Brrrrrr Okay Whoa Whoa Whoa Lord, lord! [Verse: Flee Lord] My mic on 10 The ice on swim Started when I pull up, (drr, drr, drr), ya life gon' end (get ’em) Rolling up the [?] Controlling all my anger Show love in the club to some total fucking strangers (what's good, whoa?) Focus on the paper Was broke but now I cake up Third eye shining, I was woke before the wake up The fame was right there I'm slanging white [?] It’s Dior on my [?] No more changing Nike Airs The oxtail is roast, the cocktail is potent Grew up in the slums, block near the ocean Hardest in the street, chargеs getting beat MAC and enginе, new Draco on the seat Get it how you live Admit it how you live Pain or the power Yeah, we bang over hours Ain't no lane for a coward Bentley looking sweet, but the Range Rover looking sour Seen a 100 plus relationships that changed over dollars I don't think y'all heard what I just said Seen a 100 plus relationships that changed over dollars [Interlude: Flee Lord] I lost a motherfucking business and mad friends But guess what? All the real righteous still here with me See, you gotta trim the fat That's what the fuck I just did I trimmed the fat And that's why we winning Aye! [Chorus x2] Money from the block block, 'til the pot, now we gon' cash some cheques First you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect Don’t get stretched Don’t get stretched First you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect [Verse: Stove God Cooks] Got the work synchronized swimming in the pot Alexander footprint on the block Put it on the flame, melt it down, drop the ice in, watch it float up to the top I ain't talkin’ on the phone, you niggas hot I ain't talkin' -- ahem, fuck it You ain't ’bout the shit that I'm on You ain't 'bout the shit my guys on All smoke, out electric car, shooter hanging out the Porsche Taycan Lease low, then ya die long Show my nigga how to stretch a pylon Told 'em, "gotta keep ya eye on it, or you'll fuck the bands up, now ya Dylan" (haha) Tell 'em hatin' niggas pipe down I'm the one that all the hype 'round Rich nigga, iced out They had the power, now they lights out [Interlude: Stove God Cooks] Hahaaa Big Stove [Chorus x2] Money from the block block, 'til the pot, now we gon' cash some cheques First you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect Don't get stretched Don't get stretched First you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect